12th floor – Lv. 355 Fallout Clans (3)
Interactions between the gods were not absent, but there were also no cases where they were recognized as highly recommended.
They were also rivals at first, and not very well-intentioned competitors.
After living for a long time, no matter how close personal friendships may arise, they have an open relationship with most of the gods.
Of course, that indifference really only stops at that level.
Even if there is a war between guilds in the game, it is not a death-and-death decision.
It was the same with the battles of the gods.
Losing and annihilating all believers is almost impossible to happen intentionally.
It is extremely rare for a new challenger to find the throne in the fragments of countless worlds and challenge it.
God is the immortal itself that the exile in the labyrinth obtained after a long journey.
The gods, who were freed from the countless deaths that took place for a short period of several decades or as long as 100 years, became generally generous.
Of course, compared to the days of exile, it is tolerant.
They no longer have to worry about the future, and they are no longer contenders on a 100-year deadline.
Even if he becomes a failed loser, he is free and can rule over his followers.
Above all else, to them, who have lived in a game-like world, the throne is like a beautifully set PC.
The goddess of chaos was in the middle of enjoying luxury and pleasure while observing the countless believers she had not seen in a long time.
“God does not rot your teeth.”
It is natural that it is immortal. The time of the exile sitting on the throne is fixed.
If spiders lived in the throne room, the altar of tribute, which would have been woven with spider webs, is filled with abundance.
Even after taking out the candy, it keeps coming out.
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Jelly, pudding, and food that now functions only as a luxury item has been poured out countless times.Unless it’s a particularly significant historical tribute, little things like groceries are unlikely to be preserved in skipped time.
So, the amount of tribute from the throne was coming up for a short time.
“Hmm, I’ll have to give it back.”
There are also faithful people who give away all their household income. There is nothing we can do about it, since we announced that the goddess has returned in a way that everyone can understand.
“I just took the form for nothing. It’s going to be a headache like this.”
Even if he inherits the memory, if it is his own, it is a slightly different sense. I tried to do it as solemnly as I do for party members, but the aftermath is not formidable.
Still, the Shinjwa provides considerable convenience for Shinto management. The goddess finally finished sorting the tribute.
There were so many things that had to be returned.
Now that you have created and entered the criteria, Goddess will take care of it automatically.
What’s left is usually a mountain of food.
Pick up a lollipop and clap to evaluate it.
“It’s a little sad.”
The labyrinth is much more complicated than a world inhabited by only a single race, and wars are endless.
Peace is only a fleeting moment and is a passing illusion.
Therefore, technological development is bound to be biased. War always makes progress.
The development of more weapons and weapons.
How to make candy more palatable would be a matter of hard study only in a more pacifist world.
“I miss what he made.”
Right now, you can just get the ingredients, but you look busy, so what’s the point?
He is looking for the mansion of the vampires and the dwarfs to see what the plot is.
The tempura and grilled ones were delicious. But if you think about it, the Federation is a country with few foodie-loving races.
If the food is delicious, the alliance would be more suitable.
[Look, I heard that there are a lot of very famous artisans in the alliance.]
I spoke to the God of Discipline, and after a while, the answer came back.
[Federal specialties have been listed. Let’s exchange it.]
It is like the hobby of the gods. There is a difference in the offerings that each other receives from their followers, so this is how the transaction goes.
Even this cannot happen if the relationship is ambiguous, but there is no such thing in the god of discipline and money.
That god isn’t that kind of person he sits on by chance, it’s that kind of personality.
We trade whatever happens to each other or our own interests. Individual emotions do not intervene much there.
Even if we’re not friends, it’s a comfortable relationship.
And the goddess thought that this transaction was her own gain.
[…] … Do you eat something like this there?]
A message that conveys the astringent taste. The Goddess has already experienced it.
[The main axis is goblins and undead, so they all taste a bit incomprehensible.]
[I usually like chicken or fried chicken.]
In the series of conversations, there is no story about each other’s followers or about the situation.
A person foolish enough to say such a thing is not even a god.
The god of discipline raised the evaluation saying that the taste was not bad after eating it again.
The goddess shook her head.
[Allied Candy is definitely much better.]
[The Federation boasts a pretty unique food culture. How about the cultural industry?]
[It’s only for educational and promotional purposes, so… … .]
[If you are willing to buy it. However much.]
[It happened. If I ask my followers to save them, don’t you think they won’t be able to save them?]
The god of discipline only laughed lowly.
and gently ask
[Did you know that an angel has appeared in the kingdom now?]
[Well? I don’t know because I don’t have eyes in the kingdom.]
[Are you an angel of chaos?]
The goddess answered without thinking at all. The God of Discipline will pay for all the information, but it is a sense of defeat to be paid unilaterally after being guided interrogation.
[I wish I did. Sorry.]
[Hmm, many gods are coveting. There are seldom angels or demons.]
[Wasn’t there some rankers?]
[It’s been too long since there were no believers in the kingdom. I died quite a bit. Especially when the ‘Meteor Shower’ guild collapsed.]
is that ruined? It wouldn’t have been easy. The goddess tried to think about how many years ago it was when she last looked at the kingdom.
I don’t remember well.
Exiles are good at letting go of their minds. He was so utterly enchanted that he even deceived himself and spent too long.
[Anyway, it’s becoming quite a topic these days. There are many coveted guilds.]
[Tut, I once had many high-ranking races below me.]
[Of course you do. Oldest god Come to think of it, whoever made it in the kingdom, would you like mint chocolate? service.]
[Well, very good.]
oldest god.
That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.
When the Goddess of Chaos reached the end of 100 years in this episode, the realm was an empty space with no foundation yet.
In such a situation, surprisingly, the kingdom could be a peaceful place.
* * *
[Oh God! I found a house!]
An angel follower becomes a faithful servant of God if nothing else happens. It is because that side can make use of the racial characteristics to the extreme, and there is a great benefit in becoming stronger in many ways.
Of course, this 47-year exile is the first angel himself, and his experience is quite biased.
The class I tried was Berserker Only. As you can see from his ruthless personality, he was unable to pay the annual leave.
The challenger doesn’t even dream, he’s just a petty-citizen exile with a dream of owning a house in the kingdom.
All seniors are described as very frightening monsters, but that is true even in the pre-kingdom section.
Even among the seniors, there is a class. A healthy 20-year car may be better than a 50-year-old car that is just passing time.
Angels relied heavily on the goddess in that sense.
[This is the first time God is so kind! Ah, my God!]
It seemed that a corner of his heart was broken, so he even gave me psychological counseling.
It reminds me of the time I challenged [Main Dungeon] as a member of a party in the past.
Anyway, the pretty cute angel hid himself by following the advice of the goddess.
Of course, the rumors spread widely.
The existence of the new server was made known to the exiles of the kingdom through countless gods.
Nevertheless, there were few people who came to the kingdom even after a long time had passed, so every move was concentrated.
From the space theme, there are already so few survivors that the division of floors disappears.
Those who reached the kingdom were really handful.
The angel received the highest concentration of attention as soon as he opened the gates of the kingdom and entered.
The Goddess was confused.
[Hey, hey, don’t answer the interview stupidly! Just pop!]
It immediately spread its wings and flew with all its power to escape. There aren’t many exiles who can catch the fleeing angel with all their might.
It was clear to anyone that the race was an angel, so she became a celebrity.
He stayed away from people for a full month and had only limited contact.
After that, even the scouts who were chasing realized that it was better to look at the situation.
From then on, the angel started looking for a house.
[I’ve never seen such a bustling kingdom!]
That’s what the goddess looked like. I remember that there were a lot of areas that were still underdeveloped, but now there are a lot of places that can be called cities.
Not to mention the city center that developed around the central [Dimensional Corridor].
I wonder if mage engineering is talking about something like this.
Unlike the server where the Gobletarian Federation exists, it is a truly peaceful and developed land.
At first glance, it was.
Because the angel was dumber than I thought, the goddess had to pay a lot of attention to that as well.
He sold feathers and tears to pay for accommodation, and he bought a house with a loan through several conditions.
The blonde angel walking out of the real estate holding the house documents as if in a happy way looked like it was about to fly away.
No, it actually flew.
[By the way, is this house going to be used when seniors come?]
The goddess shook her head.
[Guild House.]
The angel rolled his eyes and arrived at the answer.
[Are you making a guild?!]
[Okay, now there’s a lot of work to do. I’m also doing some media play.]
Blanchett’s situation had to be checked as well.
As soon as they saw the near-future agent trudging from the entrance to the kingdom, all the scouts retreated at once.
That’s not touching.
I’d rather have someone come out and kill me now.
Actually it happened.
Blanchet, the infamous Named Exile NPC, had countless grudges that he didn’t even know he had.
Currently on the run inside the kingdom and no one has been caught.
Even at a high level, Blanche’s initial equipment is powerful enough to be difficult to touch.
[Because if Blanchet is in trouble, I have to help.]
[yes?! Why me?]
[Uh-huh, if you want to do it, do it!]
The goddess let go, the angel crumpled.
Still, it’s not easy to get a high-ranking senior’s favor.
Mumbling like that, he clenched his fists in a spacious house alone and reaffirmed his resolve.
Anyway, the angels are doing pretty well. It’s not the first time I’ve been to a kingdom, and it’s a bit silly, but it’s not because my spare time has completely gone.
Currently, he is living quietly, maintaining his position as a rookie of expectation that everyone is looking at.
And even now, he is oversleeping in the duvet and his own wings.
It’s strangely no, but he’s drooling with a really happy face, so let’s just leave it alone.
The goddess groaned and turned her gaze elsewhere.
It feels like moving the screen of the game to a different place on the map.
* * *
Advances in technology uncover many of the exile’s secrets.
Healing potion, which was called the miraculous spring and revered, is the same.
The mechanism of the disease may never be elucidated or realized, but it is not a healing spring itself.
As you know, the composition is simple, only water contains divine and magical powers.
If you approach this from a mage-engineering approach, it becomes quite a headache.
It is too delicate and precise to artificially implement it.
Even more so when we consider that the potency changes in such a way that there is a doping effect through the blood with power.
Still, it was partially studied and helped to improve existing potions.
Therefore, in this era, potions that are not exile marks have been sufficiently commercialized.
However, if only the breath is attached, it is not enough to revive a person who is actually a corpse.
At best, the wound heals at a visible rate.
Even that alone was an innovation to the extent that the position of the priests in the healing world fell vertically, but it was not comparable to the real thing.
When the dwarf arms dealer knew that the original had appeared in his mansion, he welcomed it with open arms.
He was kind to me and the party members as well.
“Hey, I was so embarrassed that I was suddenly pushed out of the house. I woke up from my sleep and it was the street. It’s fortunate that the bodyguards were also pushed out together, so I almost died.”
As always, the rock dwarf looks like an upper-grade elementary school student. It’s really awkward to say things like that with a suit and a cigar in it.
The girl thought it was too cute, so she continued to reach out and wiggle her hand.
Of course, I don’t really touch or touch it. That’s a big disgrace.
When we took the lead, the others with us were able to enter and exit the mansion.
There was a large garden.
And in the middle of the garden, a spring water is gushing out where there must have been a fountain.
The dwarf arms dealer was overjoyed and approached and touched the water.
“This is Gero-kun, the original source of that miracle spring water. Whoa.”
The taste is not particularly different, but you roll it in your mouth as if savoring the taste.
Others seem to be curious as well.
“Yeah, I’ll have to serve my exile guests first. Hey, cook!”
The servants go to their place in unison. I saw a vampire next to me.
“By the way, don’t you want to tell me the location of the stairs?”
“After work is done.”
They’re not regulars, and these guys on this planet shouldn’t pose a huge threat to our party now.
I’m just worried about wasting time.
“I will refuse to treat you. Let’s go next.”
“There must be more to say about [Anvil].”
I think it would be better not to tie it up. I think this dwarf arms dealer has a lot of bad ideas.
It is already strange that a person with this level of power is so kind.
And the vampires are just too kind without saying anything.
This is something that happens often. Usually it’s a trap.
After all, there must be no escape route for us.
As the fear of exiles is widely known, the usefulness of exiles is also widely known.